Not a twig or a leaf on the old tree,
Wind and frost harm it no more.
A man could pass through the hole in its belly,
Ants crawl searching under its peeling bark.
Its only lodger, the toadstool which dies in a morning,
The birds no longer visit in the twilight.
But its wood can still spark tinder.
It does not care yet to be only the void at its heart.

Sorry goodlun, but any candidate who won't admit letting them own property and vote was a mistake doesn't get my vote.

Also:
Some say the world will end in fire,
and some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire,
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice
then for destruction ice is also great,
and would suffice.
Robert Frost